Hudson watched intently over Allie’s shoulder as she lifted the white wine to her lips. “How’s that one?”
“Let me take another taste and I’ll tell you.” She took another sip. “Delicious. Very crisp. You can really taste the pear.”
He smirked. “Pear? Such a sophisticated palate, Miss Sinclair.”
Allie looked up at him, her cheeks pink and her eyes slightly glassy. “The key is to swirl it in your mouth, let it roll across your tongue.” Her tongue darted out and slid across her lips.
Hudson briefly closed his eyes.
“Of course, a good finish is crucial,” she continued. “I know some prefer not to swallow, but a good finish can make the experience even more enjoyable. Don’t you agree, Mr. Chase?”
Oh, he so fucking agreed.
Hudson gripped Allie’s waist, his fingers digging into her soft sweater as he urged her back against his thickening erection. “I think you need another taste,” he suggested, if for no other reason than to watch her tongue moisten her lips again.
“I’d love one.” She smiled over the top of her glass and then polished off the Riesling.
The sound of laughter and clinking glassware filled the room and the guide practically shouted to be heard. “Everyone ready for Bon Vivant?”
An uncoordinated “Yeah!” echoed through the tasting room.
The guide chuckled. “Ah, Lover of Life. And all of you certainly have taste and enjoy living.” He started in the middle this time, pouring a generous sample in Allie’s glass before continuing his never-ending speech. “In order to maintain the character of the grape, this wine doesn’t age in oak. The result is a nice, easy red.”
Allie lifted the glass to her lips, shifting her weight as she lowered it so that her hips brushed back against Hudson’s. She was driving him completely insane, grinding against him after every sip. “It’s been hours since I’ve been inside you.” His voice was low and tight with restraint. “And you’re making me inconveniently hard teasing me with your delectable ass.”
Reaching behind her, Allie slipped her hand between their bodies, stroking him through his jeans as she finished off the glass of red wine.
Hudson hissed between clenched teeth and dropped his mouth to her ear. “Keep it up. I won’t hesitate to buy this place out so I can fuck you on the bar.” And with the black Amex in his wallet, he had the means to do it.
“The final selection is our Cabernet Sauvignon, a robust, full-bodied red that is aged ten months in oak barrels.”
Allie removed her hand from between them and lifted the wineglass to her lips as soon as the sample was poured. “Oh, I really like this one.”
“Let me taste.” Hudson buried his fingers in Allie’s hair and pulled her head back. His mouth moved softly over hers and his tongue dipped inside, teasing her in an unhurried kiss. The scent of her invaded his senses and he groaned inwardly. When he finally broke away from her mouth, he looked at the tour guide. “We’ll take a bottle of that one.”
Hudson handed the guide his credit card and quickly signed the receipt. He grabbed the bottle by its neck and looked down at Allie, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Ready to go?”
“So ready,” she murmured softly.
“You didn’t need to finish every last drop.” His hand slid under the weight of her hair, massaging the nape of her neck as they made a beeline for the bike. “Though it might be to my benefit that you did.”
“It would have been rude not to! You were on the tour, they made those wines themselves.”
Hudson chuckled. “Yes, they have numerous women in skirts with scarves on their heads stomping grapes with their bare feet.”
“Making fun of me?” Allie playfully elbowed him in the ribs. She lost her balance and stumbled into his arms.
“I wouldn’t dare.” He set her back on her feet. “You’re not going to fall off my bike, are you?”
“Of course not. Where to now?”
“Back to my place.” He secured the bottle of wine in the leather saddlebag on the side of the bike, then handed Allie her helmet.
“You read my mind,” she said, pulling the helmet down over her head.
“I thought we’d take Snake Road back. It’s beautiful this time of year.”
Allie looked at him with her mouth hanging open. “Snake Road?” Her voice was a couple octaves too high.
Hudson laughed. “It’s called ‘Snake Road’ because of the twists and turns.” His hand slipped under her chin. “Lift up, baby.”
Allie tilted her head back and he made quick work of her chinstrap. “It’s not longer that way, is it?”
He dropped a firm, quick kiss on her mouth. “So eager to get me naked again.” Grinning, he kicked his leg over the seat and put his helmet on. “Keep thinking those thoughts.”
Hudson rose up and slammed down on all that horsepower. The Harley roared to life beneath him and he was suddenly desperate to have the freedom of the road with her on his bike.
He held out his hand. “On you go.”
Allie placed her hand in his and swung her leg over, mounting the bike. Sliding forward, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her body becoming flush with his.
“You ready, baby?”
She nodded and her hold tightened on his waist.
Hudson cranked the throttle on the handlebar and the engine growled as they turned onto the road. He wound them down Snake Road for miles, the bike humming and throbbing beneath them as if it were alive. He took them over rolling hills and through valleys canopied by trees, where yellow leaves bled into orange, then flamed up red as they blurred by. They passed a couple bikers along the way, and one person stupid enough to tow a boat along the devil road, but otherwise they were alone. And with the open road ahead of them, they were almost untouchable. Hudson didn’t want their time together to end. He was selfish and greedy, and wanted more than just a few days alone with her.
Allie relaxed against his torso. He could feel every inch of her pressed intimately against him. Her perfect breasts against his back, her legs cradling his hips, and her hands sliding down his waist and across his groin. Her intrepid fingers stroked him through the denim of his jeans and his cock hardened instantly. He gripped the handlebars tighter. Soon all he could think about was the way the soft skin on the inside of her thighs would feel against his legs as he stroked in and out of her, slow and hard.
Hudson ground back on his molars. With each stroke of Allie’s hand his emotions and need for her became more volatile. He shifted the gears with smooth coordination and veered down a narrow stretch of road, pulling into a secluded picnic area at the edge of the lake. Turning the bike off, he engaged the kickstand and hung his helmet from the end of the handle bar.
“Come here.” Hudson slid an arm around Allie’s waist and pulled her across his body, her legs straddling his thighs. He removed her helmet and let it drop to the ground. Her hair was tangled at the ends and her cheeks were flushed from the crisp October wind. “We’re going to finish what you started.” His palms cupped her face and he seized her mouth as if he were only alive to kiss her, his lips moving desperately over hers. The dark fruits and sensuous spices of the Cabernet permeated his tongue and he moaned at the decadent taste.
Allie shoved her hands underneath his T-shirt. His abs tightened in a sequential rush as her hands smoothed down the ridges of his stomach to the top of his fly. Her fearless fingers popped the buttons one by one, releasing him from the confines of his jeans until he fell hot and heavy into her palms. His hips flexed as she took him with both hands. God, it felt good. Every time she touched him, it felt so good.
Hanging on to the last vestige of his control, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and shuddered as her hand twisted over the head of his cock. Her skin was like satin against his and it reminded him of just how soft the rest of her body was.
“Allie . . .” His fist clenched in her hair and he took her mouth in a bruising kiss, starved to have any part of
her in his mouth.
“Squeeze me,” he whispered hoarsely. Her hand tightened around him. “Again.”
Allie squeezed and her hands stroked down his shaft. His breath grew louder and harsher and his hips rocked uncontrollably. He was completely at her mercy as his hard length slid through her fists, her hands slick from his arousal.
His eyes flipped open. “Enough,” he panted. “Too close.”
Hudson could barely think straight. All he wanted to do was be inside her again. The need was so potent it defied all reason. Part of him wanted to take his time savoring her, but they were outdoors, at the side of a damn lake. He’d explore her body later. Right now desire overrode all logic.
He gripped Allie and kicked his leg over the bike. Without pause he folded her over the seat, unzipped her jeans, and yanked them down along with her panties in one sharp pull. He dropped to his knees and his hands coasted up the back of her thighs, spreading them wide. “Oh yeah, this is what I want.” Flattening his tongue, he licked right up the center of her and was blissfully lost.
His fingers dug into her ass as he captured her hot flesh with his lips. Allie let out a soft moan and her back arched, pushing herself onto his mouth. He brushed his stubble against her core, wanting her scent and taste on him until he was drunk with it, then sank his tongue inside. There was nothing better than being between her thighs, either with his mouth, his fingers, or his cock.
She cried out as his tongue lashed over her sex, devouring her with ruthless skill as if he were starving and she was the only nourishment that could satisfy him. Her thighs began to tremble under his hands. Without lifting his head he coaxed her with his voice and plunging tongue. “Let go, Allie.”
Allie threw her head back as she came in a violent rush. The sweet taste of her coated his tongue and yet he was still greedy for more.
Rising up behind her, he took himself in hand and stroked the blunt head of his cock between her slick folds, spreading the moisture of her arousal. He rolled his hips, opening her up, and with a powerful thrust pushed inside her. His breath exploded out of his mouth. “I’m so fucking deep.”
“Oh God, yes,” Allie moaned. She clawed at the leather seat and pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me, Hudson. Harder.”
Hot damn, she was wild and untamed. And he loved it. Loved watching her let go of her inhibitions and shamelessly give in to her own pleasure. She was wet and on fire around him. For him. He was beyond fucking her; she was under his skin, the very breath in his lungs.
Leveraging at her hips, he powered into her with a single-minded ferocity, his body slapping against the curve of her ass. “Is this hard enough for you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please . . .” She reached down and gripped his hand on the side of her thigh, trying to pull him closer. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She was as out of control as he was.
“I can feel you getting ready to come.” He arched over her, his breath harsh on the back of her neck. He slid his free hand to the top of her sex and massaged the swollen flesh while he surged into her again and again, taking what he wanted as she gave herself over to him.
Allie cried out as her core tightened around him. The instant he filled her again, his cock kicked hard and every sensation magnified as he followed her with his own release.
They were both panting and leaning heavily on the bike as their senses returned. Hudson was shocked as shit the Harley was still upright.
“Wasn’t quite what I expected when I said let’s go for a ride. Not that I have any complaints.” He straightened, taking her with him. “Let’s go home. I plan on doing that again, but slowly. I want to spend hours inside you.”
Hudson swept her hair out of her face and pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. As her lips yielded to his, a thought came out of nowhere: I need you. Don’t let us go.
Chapter Thirty-two
Allie worked her way down the wall of bookshelves lining Hudson’s living room wall. Most were about politics and banking, but there were a few fiction titles mixed in here and there. “Have you read all these?”
Hudson looked up from behind the breakfast bar. “Most. I deal with enough mindless chatter at the office. Last thing I need when I have a chance to get away is the godforsaken TV blaring at me.”
A quick glance around the room confirmed there wasn’t a television in sight. Come to think of it, Allie couldn’t remember seeing one anywhere on the tour he’d given her. Of course she’d been a bit distracted by the sight of his bed. Not to mention the naughty intentions he’d whispered in her ear.
“Up here I like it quiet, just books and my bike.” He turned and opened one of the cabinets. “The larger collection is in the library at my apartment.”
Allie’s thoughts drifted to the extraordinary library on the top floor of his penthouse. She imagined spending a lazy Sunday afternoon with him there, lounging in front of the fireplace, devouring books before devouring each other. Mmm. A feast for the body and the mind.
“Wine?” he asked, pulling her out of her daydream.
“I’d love some.” A thought occurred to her as she reached for one of the books. “Oh! Open the bottle we bought today.”
“I had every intention to. Looking forward to seeing if it’s as good as it tasted.” Hudson’s gaze darkened with sensual promise and her nipples hardened under his stare. His eyes flared ever so slightly and she knew her reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed. A warm flush spread across her face. Jeez, what was with her tonight? Maybe she’d had enough wine after all.
Allie quickly turned back to the bookcase, making a mental note to merely sample the next time she visited a winery, not chug. A knowing smile spread across her face. Then again, maybe her mood had nothing to do with wine and everything to do with the outrageously insatiable man in the kitchen.
She could feel his gaze follow her as she slowly moved down the bookcases. Heat swept through her body like a slow-burning fire. Stopping in front of the sound system, she pulled his iPod from its dock, stealing a glance at him while feigning interest in his playlists. Sure enough, he was watching her, never once taking his smoldering eyes off her as he twisted the opener into the cork. Her mouth went dry. Oh yes, she was definitely going to need that wine.
Grabbing the glasses, he strolled barefoot around the kitchen island. “Let me know when you get hungry and I’ll show you my impressive collection of takeout menus.” He handed her a glass and clinked it with his. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.” She studied him as she swirled the wine in her glass and then lifted it to her lips. Something was different. And it wasn’t just his still-wet hair from the shower or his casual attire. She’d seen him like that before. He seemed relaxed, carefree almost. More like the Hudson Chase she remembered.
“Ah, very good,” he said, lowering his glass. “You made an excellent choice.” He dipped his head and his tongue traced the contours of her lower lip. “Although I do believe it tastes better on you.”
“Better try a bit more, just to be sure.” She lifted to her tiptoes and felt a vibration against her hip. Hudson frowned, digging in his pocket for his phone and glancing at the screen.
“If you need to get that . . .”
He held the power button down with his thumb, turning the phone off before shoving it back into his pocket. “It can wait.”
“What if Nick calls or there’s a problem at work?”
“He’s not going to. And he won’t until the next time he needs something. As for the office, they can manage without me for twenty-four hours.” His gaze drifted to the iPod in Allie’s hands. “See anything you like?”
“Quite a few, actually.” She scrolled through the list of artists. “You have very eclectic taste, Mr. Chase.”
“I have varied interests, Miss Sinclair.” He smirked at her over the rim of his glass before taking a sip of his wine.
Hmm, like kinky darts.
Allie turned her attention to the iPod before her shameless nipples dec
ided to put on another show. A bat-winged skeleton stared up at her from the screen. “Avenged Sevenfold?”
“When I’m pissed off. My salvation on those challenging days.”
“I guess the skull on the cover should have been my first clue.” Her finger slid across the screen. “Mumford & Sons?”
“Dig a righteous group of banjo players.”
“And Journey?”
“Oh come on,” he feigned insult, flattening a palm over his heart. “A classic.”
“Fair enough.” Allie glanced down and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “What about Madonna, another classic?”
He held up his hands in innocence. “Oh no, that’s all Nick.”
She laughed. “I suppose Nick likes Carly Simon, too?”
Hudson grew quiet, focusing his attention on his glass of wine. “My mom’s favorite,” he murmured. Some dark emotion clouded his face. It went far beyond sadness. It was something more, something deeper. Allie tried her best to decipher what it was, but then he took a sip of wine; when he lowered the glass it was gone.
Lifting the iPod out of her hands, he quickly shuffled through the artists. “Then there’s Frank.” He placed it back on the dock and “Summer Wind,” the song they danced to at the Field Museum, filled the room. “Timeless.”
Hudson took her wineglass and placed it alongside his on the table. “Dance with me?”
He held out his hand and smiled. It was that same shy smile from long ago. The one that never failed to melt her heart. Even now, after all this time, it still had the same effect. With damp hair and not a trace of makeup on, Allie knew she was looking far from glamorous. But the way he looked at her made her feel like she’d spent the day at the salon getting ready for a black-tie affair.
She placed her hand in his. “My pleasure.”
“Good thing,” he said, snaking his arm around her waist, “because I didn’t bring my checkbook.”
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